THE SHUTTERS ARE LATCHED AND THE CURTAINS ARE DRAWN KEEPING THE DARKNESS AT BAY TIL THE DAWN. THE BARRICADE BARS HAVE BEEN PLACED ON THE DOORS AND THE BOLTS HAVE BEEN THROWN DEEP INTO THE FLOOR. THE DRAWBRIDGE OVER THE MOAT HAS BEEN RAISED, THE GATEHOUSE PREPARED FOR THE COMING DARK DAYS. THE BATTLEMENTS, ARMED, ARE READY TO FIGHT DEFENDING HER CASTLE AND PROTECTING HER LIFE. SO INSIDE SHE SAT CLOSE UP TO THE FIRE WRAPPED IN HER LIFE CLOTH AND WAITING TO TIRE. RETURNED TO HER CASTLE, RETURNED TO HER STEAD SECURE IN HER FORTRESS BUT ALONE IN HER BED
Did you write that? It is so beautifully descriptive. Though there was a fire it still felt chilled in there- or that was the feeling I felt.
Thanks Motomom. I think we all have fortresses of our own design, places we go, sometimes just in our heads, where we feel safe but that safety comes with a price as do most things in life. Although the original quote has been bastardized, the oft repeated Ben Franklin words says the same thing in a different context ”He who would trade liberty for some temporary security, deserves neither liberty nor security.” The barriers we create to protect ourselves can, at the same time, be a prison
I wrote a beautifully lonely piece of music and sang this prose along with it. It would be so lovely to hear Cheryl Crowe and Allison Krause sing it.
I'll look forward to hearing your new one. Your music is always filled the life and sometimes pathos. I always return to "Do You Believe in Angels "